Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still reeling from it. So, I wake up in my cozy little flat on Rue de la Gare, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Today’s gonna be chill.” Spoiler alert: it was NOT chill.
First off, I head to the café on Rue de l'Église for my usual coffee fix. I’m talking about that strong stuff that hits you like a freight train. I order my double espresso, and the barista, this super friendly dude, spills half of it all over the counter. I’m like, “Dude, it’s cool, accidents happen.” But inside, I’m fuming. I mean, c’mon! I need that caffeine!
After that little fiasco, I stroll down to the Parc de Wiltz. It’s a beautiful spot, right? Trees everywhere, kids playing, and the sound of laughter. I’m trying to soak it all in, but then I see this group of teenagers on the other side of the park. They’re blasting music, and it’s some awful pop song. Like, seriously? Can’t you pick something better? I’m all for having fun, but c’mon, have some taste!
Anyway, I finally settle on a bench, trying to gather my thoughts for my counseling sessions later. I’m thinking about my clients, their struggles, and how I can help. But then, outta nowhere, this dog runs up to me. It’s a big fluffy thing, and it’s got mud all over its paws. It jumps on me, and I’m like, “Great, just what I needed!” But then it licks my face, and I can’t help but laugh. Dogs, man. They just know how to lighten the mood.
So, I finally get my act together and head to my first session. I’m meeting with this guy, let’s call him “Tom.” He’s been dealing with some heavy stuff. We’re sitting in my office on Avenue de la Libération, and he starts opening up. I’m all ears, nodding, trying to be supportive. But then, he suddenly bursts into tears. Like, full-on sobbing. I’m sitting there, feeling his pain, and I’m like, “Wow, this is intense.” It’s heartbreaking, but also kinda beautiful, you know?
After that, I’m feeling all emotional, and I need a breather. I step outside, and guess what? It starts pouring rain. Just my luck, right? I dash over to the nearest shop on Rue de la Fontaine, and I’m soaked. I grab a pastry because, hey, carbs make everything better. I’m munching on this flaky goodness, and I see an old lady struggling with her groceries. I rush over to help her, and she’s super grateful. It’s those little moments that make you feel good, ya know?
Then, I have another session with a woman named “Sara.” She’s been through a lot, and I can see the weight on her shoulders. We talk about her dreams, her fears, and I’m trying to guide her. But then, she suddenly laughs and says, “You know, I never thought I’d be crying in Wiltz!” And I’m like, “Welcome to the club!” It’s funny how life throws curveballs, right?
By the end of the day, I’m exhausted but fulfilled. I walk back home, taking the long way through the old town. The streets are cobblestone, and the buildings are so charming. I pass by the castle, and it’s lit up beautifully. I stop for a moment, just taking it all in. Wiltz has this vibe, you know? It’s a mix of history and modern life, and I love it.
So, I finally get home, plop on my couch, and think about the day. It was a rollercoaster, for sure. I felt angry, happy, surprised, and everything in between. Wiltz, you crazy little town, you never fail to keep me on my toes!